Kind of takes two to tango, though. [Since it didn't sound like this was a case of Luci taking something that wasn't on offer - and he wouldn't have expected that she ever would. Wanting self-determination for everyone also kind of assumed that you respected consent.] So he got jealous, blamed you, and beat the shit out of you the minute he had an excuse. Sound about right?

[He watched her light her cigarette, suddenly feeling like he wanted one too, but he didn't go for the crumpled packet in his pocket.

It wasn't like Poe had a particularly long life expectancy either, despite his amazing ability to somehow keep walking away from things that should kill him. But that was a choice. It was a risk that he took whenever he got in the cockpit and one he took willingly. He lost friends all the time, back home, to explostions and gunfire and war, and no one expected to live very long in an x-wing, because honestly? Most didn't.

But this wasn't that. This was something different. So he listened, the whole time she spoke, and he didn't look amused anymore.

He could suddenly feel the weight of every time he'd nearly died and survived. And every time he had died, since coming here. Which was his first instinct--]

You mean at home, right. [A little firmly.] Not here. Not with all the - nanites or whatever constantly fixing shit. You're fine as long as you're here, we're basically immortal.